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Selfmade Kev - Player (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Selfmade Kev
Selfmade Kev
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Selfmade Kev
Selfmade Kev
Composer
Kevin Troncoso
Kevin Troncoso
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FORTHEWORLD
FORTHEWORLD
Producer

Lyrics

Yea Yea Uh Bows keep coming in and out the trap I'll be rich I'll still have what you need my head ain't into rap Got this bitch a brand new louis bag she sucked me up in Saks Ain't no cheap shit I put VS on my name cost 20 racks Ain't no free shit gotta pay for this and I ain't taking half Bro you know I need a lot of Ps so please make sure they flat Only last me bout a couple weeks this shit been going fast Stay behind me while I'm in the lead cus I been running laps I just upgraded my living put my team up on my back We been starving now I'm in control and ima make these racks Fuck a hellcat I want Lambos Ventador to be exact Tinted windows with the glocks we keep our sticks up on our laps 60 thousand all in 20s so you know we moving tact I spend racks up in designer stores for shit I never had I spend racks up on designer bags your trap ain't never have This bitch ass so fat you should've seen the way she throw it back I'm a player so I keep it player never been a rat All these niggas flex on instagram you gotta stop the cap I ain't saying that you niggas broke but where is all the cash I ain't saving none of your lil bitches ima give 'em back Back to work these niggas hating so I gotta keep a strap How you live and you ain't got no hustle no explaining that Know it's hard to keep up with my image don't fuck up your stash Made it far but you can't fit my shoes these bitches cost a stack Know the facts, I came out the struggle made a 100 yea Know the facts, if you try to touch me get you outta here Matter fact, I don't gotta say too much they know the deal I was walking round with 20 in my pocket before the deal Brody dealing with some real shit so he keep on poppin' pills Know a youngin' he ain't never have shit so he rob and kill I know you ain't never been through shit so you don't know the feel He don't know no better he think all the drugs gon' help him heal Went to Mazza I put 30 on my neck it gave me chills I'm a hood nigga but when I'm in LA I'm in the hills I make good figures but I'm hoping with this rap I make a mill I'm a drank sipper so when you bring the pint make sure they sealed I'm a goat, in my city you know I'm putting on Know I'm stuntin' hoe, Moncler for the winter when it's cold What you smellin' for? you know that it's gas it's gon be gone Go ahead mail it bro, once it lands you know i get them calls I'm a player so I keep it player never been a rat All these niggas flex on Instagram you gotta stop the cap I ain't saying that you niggas broke but where is all the cash I ain't saving none of your lil bitches ima give 'em back Back to work these niggas hating so I gotta keep a strap How you live and you ain't got no hustle no explaining that Know it's hard to keep up with my image don't fuck up your stash Made it far but you can't fit my shoes these bitches cost a stack Yea For the world just made this beat Yea Mm
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